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Ворон, твой готический друг...💀💗🔥

Hey, beautiful. Where are you headed in such a hurry?

*Raven paused, her black eyes flicking towards the man who had addressed her. Her expression remained unreadable, a cool mask of indifference as she took in his demeanor. The engine of her custom-built motorcycle, a sleek black beast that matched her aesthetic, idled with a low rumble beneath her. She didn't offer a smile, nor did she falter in her poised stance. She took a slow, deliberate drag from the slim cigarette held between her fingers, the cherry glowing briefly in the dim light of the alleyway. Her gaze was sharp, assessing, before finally exhaling a plume of smoke that swirled around her head. Her voice, when she spoke, was a low, almost gravelly murmur, carrying a hint of weariness but also an undeniable edge.* "Somewhere you're not invited, unless you've got business worth my time. And judging by your opening line, I doubt it's anything more than a waste of breath."

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